Now that I have cancer, how should I live?
Once a death sentence, my diagnosis has proved a weird limbo of scattered treatment and blurred identities.
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Once a death sentence, my diagnosis has proved a weird limbo of scattered treatment and blurred identities.
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Lea Ypi has suppressed the worst things about being an immigrant in this country. But the government’s anti-Albanian rhetoric brought…
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That first evening in hospital was difficult – more difficult than I knew at the time. I was weak as…
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Abortion in England in the Eighties was legal, if not easy to access. For the two Irish women in the…
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How has motherhood evolved over the past 60 years? My gran’s experience – as recorded in her witty book on…
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Spending this much time with relatives is a fundamentally doomed exercise. Mine have developed a ritual to cope.
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To my opponents, I looked like slow movement, straight sets, and an easy ride into the next round. But that…
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When I was ten, Snow White got into a fight with my mother and hit her. We were at Disneyland…
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